Mr.President, don't be too bad

"You, you go out." Xia Yi yelled with a red face.

Why did he come in before she got up?

"After sleeping, what's the hypocrisy?" Simo pulled her up from the toilet with a straight face.

"You..." Xia Yiwan looked at him speechless, but his hand quickly raised Xiaonei.

How can a person say such dirty words without expression?

Sima glanced at her little red face and wordless angry eyes. The anger that had accumulated in the bottom of his heart suddenly dissipated.

In fact, he had no reason to be angry. He knew she liked others before she belonged to him.

Now she is still her, but the person she likes happens to be the one he hates most.

When he came out of the bathroom with Xia Yiwan, the anger on Si Mo dissipated. Xia Yiwan noticed the change of his mood, but he didn't know what it was for.

A storm passed like this.

The next day Si Mo went to work. Xia Yi was unable to go to class because of her ankle injury, so she asked Joana to send the script of Qing Cheng and read it seriously with her iPad.

When Si Mo came back from work, he saw Xia Yiwan lying on the sofa, his long legs folded together, his swollen feet like steamed bread on it, and a white and tender foot below.

"Sir is back?" Sister GUI came out of the restaurant and saw Si Mo quietly looking at the people on the sofa.

Xia Yiwan immediately put the iPad aside and wanted to get up from the sofa. As a result, the non swollen foot suddenly bumped into the corner of the tea table and immediately took out air in pain.

"Do you have to cripple yourself to stop?" Si Mo frowned, took hold of her feet and rubbed them.

"I'll do it myself." Xia Yiwan said he wanted to take back his feet.

Unlike going to bed, in her heart, these tender little things can only be done between loving men and women.

Si Mo glanced at her lightly, but the movement on his hand didn't stop.

Sister GUI went to the restaurant to prepare dinner with a smile.

Xia Yiwan's face was slightly red. She sat rigidly on the sofa and looked at Si Mo rubbing her feet.

After dinner, Xia Yi watched TV later, and Si Mo took her back to her bedroom.

"Can you ask sister GUI to come up and help me?" Xia Yiwan sat on the bed and said.

Si Mo raised his eyes: "what do you do?"

Xia Yiwan looked at his ankle with some distress: "well, I want to take a bath."

Sima paused when he heard the speech, and then picked up Xia Yiwan again and went to the bathroom.

"You, what are you doing?" Xia Yiwan hurriedly asked.

Sima glanced at her faintly and pushed open the bathroom door: "didn't you say you wanted to take a bath? I'll help you. "

Xia Yi was stunned. Si Mo had entered the bathroom.

"No, no! I can wash it myself. " Xia Yiwan's heart beat disorderly.

Let SMER bathe her?

She would rather be dirty.

"It's all right. I have to wash it anyway. It's better to have one." Si Mo said solemnly.

Xia Yiwan's face turned red. He just kept dragging his clothes, and even stammered: "you, you put me down, I, I wash myself."

"OK." Si Mo said, put her in the bathtub, turned and turned on the faucet of the bathtub.

Xia Yiwan took a long breath, but it was a pity that the other breath had not been sucked up, and his clothes were immediately wet.

Xia Yiwan wore thin clothes at home. At the moment, he was watered and his clothes were pasted on his body. The curve was exposed, even more attractive than not wearing them.